Sexual Memoir of Emma #1:
A Whole New World
Erotic Fiction by
Kendall Swan
Smashwords Edition
Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2009 by Kendall Swan
Cover Art © 2009 Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
Also by Kendall Swan
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NAKED Neighbor
NAKED Restaurant Critic
NAKED Housecleaning
NAKED Parent Teacher Conference
NAKED Cheerleader and other Stories
Chapter 1
Emma couldn’t tell in her dream state whose finger was touching her. She felt it slowly making its way up her warm body. She felt the sensation--first around her manicured toes then slowly up her toned and tan calf. The light touch of it made her skin flash with a desire for more. Heat rose between her legs. The finger slowly moved up her inner thigh causing her nipples to pebble on her breasts. She could feel a small trickle of wetness leak in anticipation. The feel of the silky soft 1,000 thread count sheets she indulged in against her smooth skin only heightened her pleasure. In her half-asleep state, she wasn’t aware that the finger and sensations were being created by her own mind, but she was enjoying it. Who would be touching her, she thought sleepily? The finger was moving more slowly now, taking its time. It hovered and lightly brushed her small mound, softly grazing her bud.
Her skin was alive and her sex was wet in anticipation. Emma’s hips had slowly started moving up and down. But what was she anticipating? The imaginary finger massaging her lips? That would be nice and get her wet but unfortunately fingers, or a tongue for that matter, could never bring her to orgasm. She needed a big cock.
All of this sensation she was feeling, the finger teasing her, it waking up her peaceful body—it all built her up so she could be taken over and over. Her mind had morphed the finger into a huge, red, gleaming cock. She needed to feel the engorged tip hit her deepest soft walls. She needed to squeeze it further inside of her as she got closer to her moment of ecstasy. Her body heated up as she waited impatiently for the tip of this large cock she was dreaming about to reach her entrance, to graze the lips of her sex. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open to find out how much longer she would have to wait.
No one was there. She blinked her eyes a couple of times and confirmed that, indeed, she was alone in her bed. She had been dreaming, again. Frustration slightly dulled her aroused state. She lay in bed wondering how long her forced celibacy would last. She had been out of school and in her first official job for over six months now and had only made due with her two trusty vibrators during that time.
She knew she could get a hookup if she wanted but she had done that for much of her sexual life. She wanted a boyfriend who would love her and listen to her. She had had that in high school but with only mediocre sex to go with it. She was starting to think, based on her experiences thus far, that hot sex and a committed relationship were mutually exclusive. The only way she would be able to have a loving boyfriend would be to give up amazing, ‘push everything from her mind except for his cock’ sex. The only time she had those mind blowing sexual experiences were with hookups, friends with benefits, or affairs.
The problem was her appetite. She was very comfortable with her body. And she loved exploring people, fully. Now, though, she needed love. And hot sex.
Emma could see streams of orange and pink beginning to light up the darkened sky. Her clock read 5:45. Slowly she sat up in her bed, feeling the residual wetness from her dream touch the skin of her thighs. “Why?” she thought. “Why can’t I meet a guy who is hot and commitment-worthy? And can fuck me like no other?”
She slid out of bed and plodded to her bathroom to get ready to head to the gym and then to work. She was an administrative assistant at a law firm in downtown Dallas. She had been thinking about going to law school but wanted to see firsthand what the life of a lawyer was like. She figured at twenty three she still had some time to go slow and not jump into anything career-wise.
She grabbed some pink panties from the small drawer in her decorative dresser she had put in her bathroom. She had taken to sleeping in the nude now that she didn’t have roommates anymore. Although she could have slept nude back then since they always ended up having sex in some form or another.
Emma glanced at herself in the mirror. At 5’8’’ she was taller than most women. She was sexy and young with smooth skin and full c-cups that had small pink nipples. She had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Her high cheekbones and full lips made it easy for her to look innocent or sexy. Her waist was very small and she had nice hips to compliment it. Her entire body was a sexy mix of muscle and softness.
While she washed her face and brushed her teeth and hair, images of the sex she had in college back in New York City kept popping into her head. Some of it was honorable, some of it not so much. But it had all been fun. She then remembered the memoir, her sexual memoir. Her clit buzzed at the thought of it.
She had to write it as an assignment for her Sexual Diversity in Society class. The exercise of writing about one’s sexual history was supposed to help the student be more open and accepting of their sexuality, whatever type it might be. The assignment was to write down as many meaningful sexual encounters as one could remember, regardless of whether they occurred in a relationship, as one night stands, or with oneself. She had the best time writing it and her college friends kept making fun of the fact that she had gotten an A in the course.
She went to her trunk of old college stuff she had kept and found the notebook. She flipped through it quickly and decided against traveling down memory lane right at that moment. She had to meet her friend, Brooke, at the gym before work and would need to hurry to make it in time for their favorite spinning class. Brooke was another assistant at the law firm. She was a couple of years older and had taken Emma under her wing. They got along famously and Emma was grateful to have her as a friend.
Chapter 2
When Emma arrived at the gym, the smell of cleaner mixed with the faint smell of sweat reached her nose. The state of the art lighting, shiny workout machines, and beautiful people gave a very hip feel to the place. Emma rushed to the spinning room and saw the spinning class had already started and there were no bikes available. Her friend, Brooke, spotted Emma from one of the bikes and waved. Emma waved back.
She looked forward to working out with Brooke. This was the first time she had ever been late for a shared workout. She was disappointed, but perhaps it was for the best. She was still a little turned on from this morning with her dream and the sexual memoir. The bike seat would have just rubbed her clit even more throughout the workout, driving her crazy. Instead, she headed to the treadmills to get in a run.
She propped her leg up on the rail of the treadmill to stretch like she used to in ballet class as a child. She looked around nervously as she did this. Emma always thought this stretch position was like showing her sex lips to the world. She had normal running shorts on but she couldn’t escape the feeling that someone could somehow see through her shorts to her pussy and know all the things she was willing to do with it. She thought of the sexual memoir again. She would have to look at it tonight, she thought. She stretched her other leg--again looking around with paranoia as she did so. So far, she had not noticed anyone explicitly checking her out as she stretched. Maybe you want to be noticed. The thought, surprising as it was, excited her.
As she began her run she saw all of the other people around the gym working hard to maintain their bodies just as she was. Most of them were doing this with headphones or ear buds, not wanting or willing to make a new connection while working out. This was frustrating for Emma. She had wanted to make friends outside of work since moving back to Dallas after college and found it difficult. College was so social. She thought of herself as somewhat outgoing. But she still hadn’t worked up enough courage to make a new friend at the gym.
The first mile was always the hardest so Emma would concentrate on the other people in the gym to avoid concentrating on the pain as her body got revved up before the runner’s high kicked in. Her eyes scanned the early morning crowd and saw many of the usuals. There were the gym rats at the weights section who would work out all day if they didn’t have to bother with a pesky job. They were a little too obsessed with their looks for Emma to find them sexy. The spin class was full of mostly young attractive professional women like Emma and Brooke who wore all kinds of colorful lycra, spandex, and cotton. She subtly scanned the other treadmills near her and locked eyes with a smoldering runner four treadmills over from hers.
She immediately looked away embarrassed. How long had he been watching her check everyone out. Her paranoia about her pussy lips came back to her and she could feel the heat rising to her face and between her legs. Drops of sweat immediately began dripping on her entire body causing her to look like she had been running five miles instead of just one.
She ventured a quick glance to see if he was still watching her and saw a grin on his face as she met his eyes again. This time he looked down before she could. He was still grinning as he looked at his feet while running. Emma took in the shape of his body since she didn’t have to answer to his stare anymore.
He had light brown hair and a nice tan. He looked tall, maybe 6’2’’. His body was lean with smooth, hard muscles. He had broad shoulders and a small tattoo she couldn’t make out on his bicep. She could tell by the ease with which he ran that he was not a new runner. He looked a few years older than Emma, maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Why had she not seen him here before? Was he a new member?
She noticed the light brown hair on his muscular legs and found herself wondering about the hair on the rest of his body. Did he have a happy trail and what would it look like? She imagined there wouldn’t be much hair on his defined abs, only a small amount around his belly button. Below that there would be a very fine line of light brown hair leading to his penis, which, of course, was huge and hard in her mind’s eye.
Suddenly, the image of herself naked and bent over on the treadmill with his huge cock about to enter her wet pussy flashed in her mind. She was seeing it as though she was a third person watching herself about to be taken by this mystery man. She could see her lean and tan body, her hands holding onto the front monitor. Her blonde hair was splayed across her back. Her hard nipples were pointing down as her ample breasts swung slightly. Her legs were spread revealing her labia lips sparkling from her juices coming out. He grabbed her hips and his tip was touching her lips now. She could see the sinewy muscles in his legs flex has she shifted his weight. She reached down between her legs with one hand and began slowly rubbing her clit. He rubbed his hand down her back. The touch of his hand was soft and sure at the same time. He then grabbed her hips again as if he was preparing to enter her in earnest.
“Hellooo, Emma, you there?” Brooke asked while standing beside her treadmill.
“You know him?”
“Uh,” Emma stammered as she came out of her reverie. “No, I was just…noticing him.”
“I’ll say. He is definitely worth noticing. If I didn’t already have Jack, I would hit that,” Brooke said with a playful grin.
“Brooke!” Emma pretended to be offended by Brooke pretending to talk like a man even though she found it both endearing and ironic. Brooke had been with her boyfriend for three years now and everyone knew Jack was saving up to get her a gigantic rock before he proposed.
“Well, I’m heading out. I’ll see you at the office.”
“See ya.”
Emma looked back over at the object of her fantasy and saw he was stopping and packing up. He turned, met her eyes briefly with no expression, and quickly headed towards the men’s locker room.
Emma’s energy evaporated. Her body felt thick and heavy. The mileage on the monitor read two point five miles. Had she run that long while fantasizing about her mystery man? What a great running tool, she noted to herself.
She replayed his expression and soon the questions began racing through her head as she gathered her stuff to head to the showers. Could he tell she was fantasizing about him? What did that last look mean? Was he not interested? Was he taken? She hadn’t noticed a ring. Had he taken one off to work out? She tried to put the questions out of her mind as she headed to the showers to get ready for work.
Emma’s day went by with relative ease. With nothing pressing to occupy her mind her thoughts kept alternating between her mystery man and her sexual memoir with all the memories it contained. She had felt, in turn, heated as she remembered her fantasy about him, then confused as she remembered his expressionless face. Then her mind would veer off to parts of the memoir and get nostalgic for all of the sexual adventures written on its pages.
After a low key dinner out with Brooke and Jack after work, she headed back to her apartment to relax.
As she got ready for bed, she got out her sexual memoir. Her experience with the mystery runner had only intensified her desire to relive those chapters in her life. She smiled as she held it and settled naked into her bed. She started reading it and the heat slowly seeped across her entire body as she remembered what she had written. She began playing with her clit and fingering herself as she read her first story.
Chapter 3
I was 18 and had just started college here in the big city three weeks prior to this impromptu fuck. As fast and solitary as the experience was, it was meaningful for me because it was the first sex I had here at school and the first sex I had since breaking up with my high school boyfriend a month earlier. But most importantly, it was, at that point, the best sex I had ever experienced.
A group of seniors from my dorm had invited me to go out with them that night. We were all on the dorm governing board. I was the freshman rep and I think they thought they were showing me the ropes and helping out the new girl from Texas.
The six of us headed up to an Irish pub on 14th street near Union Square. The lighting was dark and there was already a large raucous crowd at the end of the bar. Two bartenders worked the bar. The first was older, mid-thirties. He had a large build and a no-nonsense look on his face. The second was mid-twenties, medium build, black wavy hair, pale skin, and blue eyes that sparkled at me when I walked in. I blushed as he watched me with a pointed gaze while we sat down.
Noticing this, one of the girls in our group, Megan, nudged me and whispered, “Alec has his eye on you. Take my advice, enjoy him if you ever get the chance.” She smiled knowingly as she told me this. I was both shocked and intrigued by her comment.
I had been pretty busy with school and hadn’t met anyone that I would want to date yet. I had thought about trying a hookup, but not with a man. The bartender, Alec, was not a boy, but a man. I’m sure he had been around in the world, as Megan had intimated. As the idea of that slowly settled in my mind I could feel my entire body heating up. I became very aware of what I was wearing at that moment, a short sleeve white button down shirt and short navy skirt.
We gathered around a large table near the front and Robbie, the president on the board, pledged to buy us all the first round of drinks.
“Ok, so what is everyone having? Hey, new girl, what is it…Emma? Get the orders together and I’ll flag down the waitress. I’ll have a White Russian,” he said. The drink orders were coming at me from every direction. “Just a cider, Sam Adams, Bud Light, apple martini.” I quickly scrounged in my purse, found a pen, and wrote the orders down on my hand.
“What are you having, Tex?” Megan asked.
“I’m not sure actually. I’ve only ever had beer,” I replied.
Excited sounds erupted from our crowd at this and Megan said, “Well, in that case, you need to start with a Long Island Iced Tea. It’s the drink of NYC and it’s only right your inaugural real drink be that. Plus, Robbie’s paying.” She giggled in Robbie’s direction as she said this. He acknowledged her with a smile and went back to craning around searching for a waitress. Two waitresses worked furiously to tend to the large and loud group in the back. Exasperated, Robbie turned back to the table.
“They won’t make it over here. I’m going to the bar. Bring your hand Emma,” Robbie said, motioning for her to follow him. As we walked towards the bar, the younger bartender stared at me with a pleased smile and waited to serve us.
“So what can I get for you, lass?” I couldn’t believe he was really Irish! Both he and Robbie noticed my wide eyes and laughed.
“Read your hand, Tex,” said Robbie.
I read the drinks off of my hand and the bartender moved swiftly to get them. His movements were smooth and fast. I noticed his fingers were very strong as he held three bottles in one hand. He flashed a quick smile as he set them down. Robbie picked them up and headed back to the table. The bartender leaned toward me after he’d gone.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
His accent was thick and I felt giddy every time I heard it. His eyes were a stunning clear blue and he was smiling at me with a mischievous look on his face. He had long black eyelashes and a five o’clock shadow. I felt heat gathering between my legs. At that moment, I had the uncontrollable urge to touch him. On impulse, I reached out and put my hand up to his cheek. I felt the warmth of his skin along with the roughness of his stubble. I suddenly became aware of what I had done and drew my hand away quickly while turning beet red.
With a pleased smile on his face he said, “You can call me Alec. And yes, I am from Ireland. Do you have a name or are you going to make me guess?” He reached over and touched my hand. I jumped and flushed once again. We locked eyes and both laughed at my nervous reaction.
“Emma. I’m Emma. I just moved here.”
“Well, Emma, I, for one, am glad such a beautiful lass as you decided to join us here in this fine city. It’s nice to meet you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish up your drinks,” he said.
“Oh, oh, of course. Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, sweetheart. I’ve always got time for a beautiful girl,” he said with a wink.
Robbie came up to the bar as Alec turned around to make the drinks.
“Now Emma, we can all see you have a huge crush on the bartender, but you’re slowing down the flow of alcohol. Not acceptable behavior from a new freshman rep,” Robbie said.
“I do not have a crush! I don’t even know him,” I exclaimed.
“Knowledge of character is not necessary to stir the powerful hormones that we, as the young people of this world, are full of. To deny their power is to deny yourself, Emma. This is college. Have some fun.”
Alec came up with our two drinks and Robbie left him his credit card.
“See ya later, sweetheart,” Alec said as he turned with Robbie’s card and walked toward the register. I noticed the delicious ‘V’ shape of his build he walked away. Hormones, it’s only natural for me to feel this way. Go with it. Enjoy college. Okay. I can do this. Robbie and I grabbed our drinks and headed back to the table (reluctantly on my part).
“It’s an amazing course. It forces you to think about everything in a whole new light,” Megan said.
“You just like it because the professor is young and hot,” said Bryan.
“That does help. I’m sure he’ll have his pick of them this year, looking like he does and teaching that course,” Megan said.
“What course?” I asked between long sucks on the straw of my drink.
“Sexual Diversity in Society. It’s this great sociology course. It’s an upper level course so you might not be able to take it for a couple of years. But, in my opinion, it will be worth the wait,” Megan said.
“And she thinks the professor is hot,” Bryan said.
“Well, if you’re going to be talking in front of strangers about how many times you masturbate a week or whether you like anal sex, wouldn’t you want a hot guy mediating that discussion to sort of…get you going?”